:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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The constant chewing and drawing on himself and other things got worse. Toby would sit at his desk every night, scribbling on paper he'd rip from a journal. Paper scattered around his room, and his walls were all scribbled over.

The doodles consisted of figures that would resemble him and the faceless figure. In a few he'd be seen stabbing it in the head, others he'd be seen holding its hand. It was obvious Toby had mixed feelings about this creature. Mostly he hated it, but sometimes….
Sometimes he wanted to listen to it.

Toby has just gotten done with another scribbled drawing, hearing shuffling coming from outside his room.
His parents were asleep this late, what could be out there?
Toby of course knew this was another mind trick, but it just sounded so real.
Maybe it was one of his parents just needing something.
Toby put his pen down, slowly scooting himself back from the table. Curiosity got the best of him.

Toby moved to the door, moving the chair from the door so he could open it.
He rested his bandaged hand on the knob and cracked the door open just a little. The hallway was pitch black, not even the smallest amount of light came through but what little his lamp gave off.
Toby entered the hallway, keeping his eyes peeled, getting used to the darkness. He knew the layout of his own house, but suddenly.. Where there should've been a wall, there wasn't. The hallway stretched for as wide as Toby could see.
He couldn't touch either side, the wide path slowly turned into what Toby could see as a road. The carpet morphed into cement, yellow lines painted symmetrically along the middle.
Toby's eyes widened, bending down slowly to really feel the rock hard ground underneath him. It felt authentic…
He couldn't even see his room anymore.
"Mom?" He called out, as if that was gonna do anything.

Headlights came hurtling towards him, causing him to freak out, running in the opposite direction where he eventually ran face first into a wall.

He hit the floor, opening his eyes again, panting heavily. He was back in his hallway..

A door slammed somewhere in the darkness, causing him to dart his head in that direction. "Mom?!" He shouted out again, this time his voice echoed, was he really still back in his house? Or was his mind still taking him on a trip..

"Are you there?"
He was still breathing heavily

"I'm here," A voice rang out, a feminine one. At first Toby assumed it was his mom, but he couldn't see her. He stood back on his feet, he took a hard hit to the wall there. Toby started to inch to wherever the voice was coming from.

He took another step, hearing a groan escape the darkness, then a face came into view, then a figure, limping.

Toby's heart dropped, his breath hitched. The figure was Lyra, but mangled. Her left arm was hanging on by skin and skin only, her jaw was ripped open wide, the bottom part just hanging by skin as well. Her chest was nothing but a hole, exposing her ribs and organs were falling from a laceration in her stomach.
Her legs were broken, it was unrealistic, the way she could walk.

Toby could not say a word, an inaudible squeak was all that left his scared, stiff body. The zombified girl limped forward, towards the boy. This was not the Lyra he remembered, this wasn't her at all.

"What's wrong?" Her watery voice rang out, it sounded so much like her, but there was something so uncanny about this.

Toby turned away, but was almost face to face with her, as she somehow moved to the side of him within seconds.

He backed up, whimpers were all that left him. She would follow, limping and carrying her dangling arm, holding it. He could see the bone.
"Help me, Toby, please, help me." Her voice cried, she was in pain. But she was dead.

"N-no, no you're dead!"

"I am dead, Toby. Because of you!" She screamed, her mouth unhinging more, her jaw fell to the ground. Now she had no lower face at all.

Now all she could scream were horrid cries of pain. Toby whimpered cries as well, backing up as much as he could before bumping into something.
He turned around quickly, slowly looking up to see the demonic entity. Its tall figure loomed over, squeezed between the ceiling and floor that seemed way taller than normal.

Toby finally freaked out, his adrenaline making him run towards the stairs. This was real, it was in his house. How did it get in?!
Something wet and cold wrapped around his ankle, pulling him back and making him fall flat on his face.
He screamed and kicked at the thing around his foot, he was being dragged back, back to where that thing and the zombified version of his sister stood.
They were reaching out, finally the long fingers of the creature grabbed ahold of his face, holding him still. His vision went black.

Toby shot up from his desk, panting heavily. He must've fallen asleep. There was drool all over his doodles.

It was all just a bad nightmare..

He reached up and wiped blood from his nose, noticing immediately.
It was all just a bad nightmare.
Or was it…

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